We Up

I think love this shit too much, I wanna run a bag, do another track, and I'ma smoke a blunt

They said I'ma get too much, I done played my part and gave my heart, you better come show me love

Look at the money, it's piling

Drippy, I don't need no stylist

I ain't really try since August

I told my wodie I got it

I told my bitch to be honest

I'm gettin' tired of balling

But I ain't really tired of balling

I do this shit way too often

I gotta go make a profit

Take off like Marvin the Martian